The Wish Button Strikes Back

Chapter 7

The two spent the better half of the rest of the day upstairs together, conversing, looking around the place, and just doing whatever else they felt like out of Lonni's way. Though at around 5:30 pm, Josh's phone rang from inside his pockets. He instantly pulled it out and answered it, holding it up to his ear. "Hello?..... Oh, no I'm ok, I just got a bit.. distracted from coming home... Oh sure yeah..... Ok be right there." He hung up abruptly. "Who was that?" Icabod asked, a little nervous. "My mom, she said that I have to leave and go back to my house." "Oh.." "Hey, it's ok." He put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "If you want, I'll be right back here tomorrow." Ic's eyes immediately lit up when he said that. "Please be." Josh giggled playfully at his response "Sure, definitely." He patted his head and opened up the door "See ya!" He exclaimed before closing the door behind him. Icabod turned to face his door and sighed, his Josh time made him feel way better, but one lingering thought still remained, the one about his weird dreams. Having them is one thing, but actually peeing and shitting himself in the real world because of them is another. Maybe I won't have one tonight, he desperately thought, trying to be hopeful. But his hope was predictably shattered.

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Way later, back in the endless black void, he floated through the nothingness, waiting for his dream to begin. Though luckily, or not so luckily, it did, the abyss swirling around and giving away for Ic to be immediately dropped inside a crowded city square, wearing only a woven sweater and Little Pawz. On seemingly instinct, he stood up and attempted to cover his plaid pamps with his sweater, blushing madly. Though oddly, none of the people seemed to notice him, or at least not his diapers. But he didn't realize this and looked around nervously, trying to find a way out of the crowd, and when he saw that first window, he immediately took it, making a mad dash with tiny tears of embarrassment streaming down his face. In his shame induced blindness, he accidentally bumped into someone, which caused him to look up at the person just as they gave him a dirty look. Already overwhelmed, and since he slightly misunderstood what that meant, he gave up and just started to break down crying right then and there. Icabod's face somehow grew even more red as he tried to hide himself in the asphalt as he kept sobbing and wailing. "Uhhh.." The person was confused, they obviously knew they couldn't just leave him helplessly bawling on the street, but they also didn't know how to comfort him. So the only logical thing they could think of is to run away from the scene, and that's exactly what they did, sprinting out of view of him. Icabod felt so embarrassed about crying on a random city block that he kept on going, in a sort of endless cycle. Though suddenly and out of nowhere, he felt a warm, comforting hand on his back. "Oh, poor thing..." He turned to look at the stranger and through his tear blurred eyes, he could make out a fat, middle aged man with a five o clock shadow. Though he had probably never seen him before, something about the man felt very familiar. But before he could attempt to ask him anything, he woke up.